Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 4 - Sex Stories

Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 4

... It looked like you were having a good time.” “I was, but you’d have swelled head listening to them describe you as the ‘school hunk.’ They told me they were jealous. I believed every word.” I had to laugh. “You are kidding, aren’t you? I’m hardly a ‘hunk.’ Kenny in more a hunk than I am.” “Regardless, you seem to be the heart-throb of the entire female populace.” “You do recall my telling you that I’d never even been on a single date before you.” “Of course, that just makes them even more jealous. Now, I suggest we clean up. You know how much I like to do that before we make ourselves dirty again.” I did—Cinda enjoyed getting dirty every bit as much as I did. We showered quickly even though I’d just had one a few hours ago. I couldn’t get enough of Cinda’s silken skin. We were dry and into bed, naked as usual, as quickly as humanly possible. We rolled across the bed in our love for each other, hugging and kissing and touching. My hands covered her butt, my finger tracing up and down her crack as Cinda rubbed herself into my thigh. Finally, Cinda had me on my back as she rose above me. “Okay, Hunk—ready to do your husbandly duty?” “Always,” I responded with a smile. Cinda moved forward making her nipple available to my mouth. I’m no fool; I reached up to suckle, to work that hard wrinkled tissue between my teeth. Cinda worked her way up my cock and when she moved back down my cock disappeared into her vault. I could hear her groan as I stretched her almost to the limit. Cinda ...

... had told me several times how much she enjoyed this part of our love making. I reluctantly released her nipple as we began to move together. We knew each other well by now, the result of coupling several times a day whenever possible. My hands roamed from her shoulders to her butt as I thrust upwards to lift Cinda, her body skewered onto my cock. Her eyes betrayed her desire, her yearning to be one with me. On and on we went until the inevitable—Cinda shook wildly, completely losing control of her body to her orgasm. She was almost down to my chest when I erupted within her, semen pouring from her cunt. “God, woman—the things you do to me! I hope you want to sleep now; I don’t think I could do anything else.” Cinda snuggled into my body and acted as my blanket once again. Our first five games were merely tune-ups for the coming league competition. We blew out the opponents by an average of twenty-three points. I led the team as expected in scoring, assists, and even rebounds as I played both inside and out. Inside I was much quicker than everyone who guarded me and outside I was bigger and able to jump higher. Being ambidextrous was a huge advantage, especially once I had developed a jump hook. I averaged 31.6 points, 10.4 rebounds, and 12.4 assists over those games. We were ready for the St. Ann’s Holiday Tournament just after Christmas day. Growing up poor Cinda received but a single present from Momma and another from Monroe and she reciprocated in kind. Cinda had phoned ...